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As you open the loosely-lidded box and to see what's inside, you are taken aback with surprise. You think to yourself how you did not recognize the box itself. How you didn't perceive that this was the receptacle that these precious moments were so delicately tucked away in. Moments of love, happiness, togetherness. Entwined in those moments is a certain sorrow and a certain joy. The box itself, before peering inside, was so insignificant in your regard. It suddenly holds considerable meaning to you. You search through the belongings, finding little papers folded up, mementos, collections. You could cry over the objects forever. However, thro